The next morning, Ian's hole was real tender, still pooched out from the punishing fucks of the previous day. But he was hungry for Derek Anthony's big dick. And his hole was hankerin' for Derek's big load of daddy-sperm. Derek didn't disappoint: he fucked little Ian six ways to Sunday, teaching the juiced-up bottom what an experienced fuck-master can do. And by the end of this fuck-session Ian's hole was an entity of its own. It wanted cock inside it, and it wanted as much sperm as it could get.
Breeding Ian Jay synopsis: Ian Jay, a smooth and boyish 20-year-old, isn't my usual kind of obsession. I'm usually drawn to the no-limits total sex-extremist. Now, I'm not saying that Ian is an innocent little angel. He's been rawfucked before, sure. And he's been in a few videos, some mild and mainstream, some not so mild. So for a guy as young as he is, he's definitely sexually precocious. But he wrote to me and told me he was ready to take a big step: he wanted to be irrevocably bred. I knew what he meant, and I took him at his word. So I flew him to San Francisco and put him through a deep-boning weekend that would do the job. Before he came to me he'd been dabbling in raw sex, but he was still naive. By the time the weekend was over, his hole was fuckin' insatiable, ready and willing and available to any man.